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... a steak restaurant, they don't do breakfast as good as their steak, but it was cheap and easy with the kids. After breaky Crissie and I went to Gateway shopping centre just around the corner, because we haven't shopped and coffeed enough this week. Our last night, James had a boys night while Crissie and I had a night in at hers with strawberries and chocolate. I will miss my new friend and all our laughs, coffee dates and working together. She ...
... to Riverwood! ;)
After the meeting we farewelled the Margate youth and went to the beach with Jac and Naomi. The beach was packed, we drove around for a long time on empty stomach's trying to find a park, to which we finally did and enjoyed a salad and fresh juice at Wahooz overlooking the beach in 30 degree heat while chatting and listening to live music. Later in the afternoon the Westville guys played rugby and us girls watched or should I say chatted! ...
... a matter of waiting for mum to arrive. I didn't think id be as emotional as I was when I saw here, but watching my boys run into her arms and all surround her with love the tears started, and then the fun began....
There's no way i can blog the whole 2 weeks and I don't need to cause i'll never forget it, but to remind myself of just exactly what we managed to fit into 2 weeks here was our calendar of fun!
Saturday - Arrived
... a delicacy in Zulu culture and
for years females were not permitted to eat it. The head is removed from the
cattle and sent to market where women hack at the skull to get certain cuts of
meat. The slices of head are then cooked in broth until they are tender and
then served with dumplings (steamed bread). I had the chance to try some and
its quite tasty, although you need to put your western conceptions of food
cleanliness at the door.
... on with a slither of tendon. He has definitely lost it I think.
Another drunk driver brought in moaning about his self-inflicted knee pain at the nurses station suddenly seems even more unsavoury. What a night. December is a busy month in a place not known to be quiet.
Half a sleep as we drive home at 8am o’clock we ponder in silence. I guess this is why we came here. Scenes and experiences for life.
The gun ...